Edith instinctively stepped back, her jaw clenched tight. As much as she tried to push the thoughts aside, she couldn't. The mere thought of what her loved ones in Novara must have endured because of him—and the role his allies played in it—sent a surge of rage through her. The sight of his claws and fangs only confirmed what she already suspected: he was a vampire. Her fury toward him—and toward Lord Magnus—intensified.
With the gap between them quickly shrinking, she realized there was no room left to fire another arrow. Without hesitation, she shifted her stance, and her weapon responded—morphing and splitting in half until she held a dagger in each hand.
The moment he saw the transformation, he halted, eyes narrowing as he reassessed her.
'A useful tool to have,' he thought before lunging at her.
